{ Sky } Every day I wake up, I feel blessed. I never get out of bed without expressing my gratitude to the highest power, the Moon Goddess, for giving me such a blessed life. I might not have a fated mate like my sister Hope, but I have a man who makes me feel like having a mate is more than just about fate. "Fuck! I'm running late," said man growls next to me and he untangles himself from my body to get up. I sneak a peak of his naked ass as he stumbles into our walk-in closet, "Today is opening day at the new training center." "Oh, right. Good luck with that," I say, allowing myself to stretch in our bed. "I didn't even remember it was today. Nico texted me about this last night, at midnight," he complains from the closet, then I hear a big thump like something huge just fell, "Ah, shit! I fell." I laugh for two straight minutes, just imagining his big body hitting the ground. Farrow Aleksei is easily the hottest, coolest guy to ever live, but he's goofy too. Sometimes. On
Before I can keep reminiscing, a tornado comes to disrupt my peace. "Dad forgot me!" my daughter shouts all of a sudden, bursting into my room with a lunchbox on her hand. She's breathing hard, "I literally ran after his damn car, but he never even looked my way." "He was running late," I explain with a chuckle, keeping my covers up to my chin so she doesn't realize I'm naked, "I'll drive you. Wait in the car." Bobbie grumbles, still pissed, but she leaves. I stretch again and I go put on some clothes before driving my daughter to the same school we went to."I won't let this go," Bobbie threatens, just as vindictive and resentful as her father, "This is the second time he forgets to take me somewhere. But if he ever forgets to pick me up again, then he's really dead." "I won't let that incident happen again, I promise you," I say, shaking my head and remembering last year, when he forgot to pick her up from school so she sat outside waiting for two hours before I realized his mi
We walk to the kitchen in awkward silence. That's unheard of, there is never anything awkward between us, but I can feel him being weird and I can smell his anxiety, so it’s infecting me. We sit down to eat together, but Farrow isn't eating like normal. He's a big man and spends most of the day exercising, so he's always hungry... except when he has a lot on his head. "Okay, what's going on?" I ask when I can't take it anymore. Farrow swallows but keeps looking down at his plate for a few more seconds, "Did something happen today at work?" He nods, still silent. Now I shut my mouth and wait for him. "I can't talk about what's going on yet," he mumbles almost to himself, a deep scowl on his pretty face, "I haven't finished thinking about it." "Overthinking about it, you mean," I say, pushing my food away and looking deeper into his eyes. Usually, I would let it go and let him bring it up on his own, but I can't today. I had that bad feeling all day, it's probably about this some
I can't believe this is happening. I have absolutely no words, so I just stare at him. "I understand this is awful, but I don't want to be a liar or hide things," he continues, sighing. My delicious chicken Alfredo is now forgotten, because my appetite has gone to hell, "I wasn't ready to tell you this yet, though, I needed to think about it some more." I take a deep breath and open my mouth to speak, but I stop when I hear big steps approaching. Bobbie. Farrow gets up and takes a seat again, before she asks questions. "I decided to eat, but just a little bit," she says when she enters the kitchen and sees us sitting at the breakfast table, then she frowns, "What? The vibes feel very weird in here." "Nothing. Here, have this," I say and offer her my mostly untouched food, "I'll go get another plate. We're having a serious conversation." "Oh, serious," she mocks me before grabbing the plate and leaving again. In a while, she'll come back down to grab something to drink. And then a
"It's fine, this is just a bump," I repeat when I'm looking in the mirror. I look like hell, so I advert my eyes and undress... but once I'm naked in front of the mirror, I can't stop myself from looking up again. I don’t like what I see. I haven’t felt like this since I was a teenager, but this time I hyper-focus on every little defect until I want to throw myself out the window. My hair is definitely my best feature and saving grace. Is thick, long and blonde. And very soft, shiny and healthy since I spend a fortune taking care of it. I love my hair very much… but other than that, I’m whatever. No, I was whatever when I was younger. Now I’m below whatever. I have the most basic of features. Average nose, average brown eyes, average lips. And my body is nothing to write home about either. I’m naturally thin, but that does not mean I have a good body. I have a soft belly, jiggly arms and my boobs are not as perky as they used to be. I think I've definitely let myself go.
“Chill out, mother,” Bobbie lets out like I’m the most annoying person she’s had the displeasure to meet, but her bitchy tone makes me relax a bit, “My coach got into a car accident earlier. She’s fine, but today’s practice got cancelled.” “Oh... do you want to spend some time with your dad in the meantime or do you want me to pick you up?” “Uncle Nico drove me to the new center so I could hang out with Dad, but he’s not here either. I've looked everywhere,” she complains, annoyed, “Now Uncle Nico is busy too and I want to leave. I don’t know anyone here.” “Okay, I’ll be there soon,” I say, frowning because that is very, very strange. There’s nowhere Farrow could be at this hour except one of his two training centers. “What was that about?” My dad asks when I get up from the couch. For a second, I think about the possibility of telling my dad about the situation and asking if this is actually a man thing or what, but before I can open my mouth, we hear footsteps approaching. It
What if… he’s here with that girl? Normally, I wouldn’t even entertain that thought for more than a second, but this time it sounds possible. Because he was out all morning with a random girl ignoring everyone’s calls. And now he’s here at a time he’s never here. My first instinct is to drive off and pretend I didn’t see him, go back to my parents’ and pretend I’m fine. But no, I can’t do that. Even if breaking up with Farrow is my biggest fear, I can’t just… ignore this. I want to ask what he did with that Violet girl all day. Maybe he had the same idea I had to come home and take a moment away from everyone and everything to calm down and re-group, right?Yeah, that’s a lot more logical. It sounds like us to have the same idea during a hard time. "Farrow?" I ask as soon as I walk inside the house, waiting a few seconds for his response, but there's nothing. No noise at all. I walk to the backyard in case he's out there. No. I go to the garage we never use except for stora
As I fill my suitcase with everything that seems important, I wonder why I'm not crying. I think it's because this is just extremely unexpected. In every single way. I still don't think it's actually happening, and if it IS actually happening... is so fucking ridiculous. So stupid. We've known each other for almost nineteen years. We've been together for fourteen and we have a thirteen year old daughter... but the guy I fell in love with and had a daughter with is not that guy out there, so why should I cry? My Farrow must be lost in a different dimension as well. I'm almost done with my suitcase when I feel him walking inside. "I'm really sorry, Sky," he whispers gently. That voice sounds like the Farrow I know, so my whole body stops for a second, "I know I did things wrong. I shouldn’t have fucked her yet, I should've told you first... I'm so... I'm just SO into her, Sky. And there is a reason why, but I don't know how to say it without hurting your feelings. I would
The truth is staring me straight in the eyes, right there in the monitor, but I keep denying it to myself for another ten minutes.I mean, one baby was doable… but, two? I'm going to lose my fucking mind. Not to mention, little Alex is most likely going to be around too, since Hope didn't say no. So, the Anderson family is going to be running a daycare, basically. At least I know that my aunts are going to love that, they’re always complaining about how they never had any children. Now they’re going to be overwhelmed by the baby factory we have going on. "How has it been, spending time with Farrow?" Natalia asks. Somehow, I'm sitting in front of her desk again. I don’t remember moving, "The bond is only going to get stronger the weaker your wolf feels with this pregnancy." "Oh, great. This just keeps getting better," I let out sarcastically and take a deep breath, "It's really difficult to stay away from him, Nat, it makes me feel sick. But allowing him close to me is a bad idea
{ Sky } Now that the initial shock about my pregnancy has gone away a bit, I come back to my doctor’s office so she can run some tests on me just to make sure everything is going alright with Baby Number Two. It takes a lot of needles going into my body and almost two hours of waiting, but I don’t care. I’m not fifteen anymore, the chances of me just magically popping out another perfect baby are low. I have to be more careful now that I’m old. Hope is here with me and every time we stay alone, I wonder if this is the right time to tell her we want her to adopt a kid for Rocky, but I chicken out every time. “Alright, you’re hiding something,” Hope lets out when she can’t take it anymore, “You fucked him again, didn’t you? I knew it would happen.” “What?! I didn’t fuck Farrow, I wouldn’t!” I lie, but her eyes never change, “Fine, maybe I would, but I haven’t yet. And I won’t. Anyway, that’s not what I’m hiding.” “Spell it out then, this place is making me feel like I’m the on
After lunch with Nico, I drive to the main building to have a meeting with Alpha Frank and discuss money. The money I'm owed for being the biggest dumbass to ever live. Alpha Frank is a very straightforward and serious man so we get to the point in two minutes and when I look at the check he extends over his desk, my eyes widen to the size of the moon for one second. I have to force myself to stay calm. Holy fucking shit, I don't know why they're giving me so much money, but you won't catch me complaining. Not at all. "Lastly, I need you to sign this. You can take your time reading it," he says and slides a document my way, "It's just to make sure you feel happy with the outcome and this issue is finally resolved." I do read it, just in case they're trying to fuck me over somehow, but it's really only to make sure I won't make a fuss and keep exploiting this situation to get more money later on. Half a million dollars is enough ‘victim compensation’ for me, I don't need
"Stop moving," Rocky growls at some point during the night and elbows me in the ribs, “Seriously.” I try, but I can't stop. I just can’t shut my brain off, I keep thinking about how much trouble I’d be in if I just said fuck it and went into Sky’s room right now. I think Bobbie and Rocky would totally beat my ass into oblivion. But I kind of don’t even care and I’m considering to just risk it. The need to sleep next to her is out of this world. I wish I could touch her again, kiss her, fuck her... sink my teeth into her slender neck and make sure the fucking mark sticks this time. Forever. But I know it won't. The marks I gave her over the years never took because even though we’re compatible, we’re still nowhere near mates. The marks always heal in a few days, so I just stopped doing it at some point because it was more frustrating to see them fade away than to see her bare neck. That’s why I decided to go a different route and just adorn her neck in other ways, with the p
I bury my hands on Farrow’s soft hair—longer than usual at the moment—and I shift my hips lower, just to feel him a little bit. I promise, I’ll stop this before it turns into something else. I promise. Farrow makes a low growl when he feels what I’m doing, he takes two steps until my back is against a wall and he can align himself perfectly to me. I feel his hardening length against my center and I can’t help myself anymore.I hold on tighter and I grind at the same as him… "Mom, what the hell?!” Bobbie absolutely bursts our bubble out of nowhere. I gasp in shock and Farrow scrambles to put me back down, then we're all in the most uncomfortable situation. Bobbie is looking at us like she’s horrified and we're completely embarrassed, "You... what..." "What are you even doing up?" Farrow asks, his tone a lot harsher now that he's embarrassed, but that only makes Bobbie narrow her eyes at him, "You should be in bed by now." "I came here just to ask something, not to get traumatized!"
"Attention back to me, please," Rocky mutters, pinching my arm to make me snap out of my eye-locking with Farrow. I yelp and move away from him, "What would Hope say? I need her advice but I don't want her fucking nagging me about this." "Uhm, well, Hope is extremely anti-Cassie or anything to do with her," I remind him, he makes an annoyed face, "However... she has a soft spot for kids and I think she would think the same thing, that Alex shouldn't go to the orphanage. He's only a baby. How old is he?" "Four," he murmurs with a sigh, then looks at Farrow again, "How was raising a four year old?" "Bobbie? She wasn't too bad at that age," Farrow responds, moving to grab a new beer from the cooler. He offers one to me, but I shake my head, "I think one, two and three were the most difficult years, then four through ten were absolutely amazing, Bobbie was the sweetest little girl. After ten, though... that's when you lose them.” He’s so dramatic. She just stopped being obsessed
There’s chatter as I walk to the backyard, but as soon as I reach the guys standing in the corner next to the grill, Rocky shuts up and the vibe gets awkward immediately. I narrow my eyes at my big brother and I stay there, unmoving."Shit, Sky, you're creeping me out," he complains, but he's still refusing to meet my eyes."What were you talking about just now and why did everyone got quiet when I arrived?" I ask, looking at the three men, all of them very focused on their own thing. Farrow is now checking the ribs like it's life or death, Nico is pretending to text and Rocky just shrugs."Nothing to do with you," Rocky responds, but he's defensive. I know he wouldn't talk about any of my secrets, so I don't think it's that."Was it about Cassie?" I cross my arms. Nico is the only one who remains impassive but both Farrow and Rocky get nervous, "I knew it! He's obsessively talking about her again, isn't he?""So what if I am?!" Rocky blurts out, swinging his beer so hard, Nico’s ches
"If you're scared Farrow will try to fight you, don't worry about it," I try to appease him, but as the words are coming our of my mouth, I start realizing I can't actually promise that. Farrow’s not as quick to start a fight as he used to be. Or even if he starts one now, it's shouting first, not straight up running to tackle a guy to the ground and ram his face like he did in school, "Actually, there’s a chance he will… but he's weaker than normal at the moment, so if you were to fight him… right now would be the right time." "Sky," he lets out like he can't believe me and laughs, "I don't want to fight at all." 'Not even for me?' I want to ask in bewilderment, but I instantly discard the thought and remind myself that it isn't all that normal for a man to constantly be ready to disfigure someone for you. Or to growl at anyone who even dares to look at you too much, like Farrow does. It's not the norm, even if I'm so used to it. And it's not a representation of how much a man
Cameron is wearing jeans and a basic black t-shirt, which throws me off my game completely because this isn’t… him. He's always wearing formal clothes, even at the most casual of times. At the very least, he's wearing khakis or linen pants, never jeans. Jeans are Farrow's thing. But jeans and a black t-shirt? That's basically Farrow's daily uniform. They are two totally different men, they can't start fucking fusing together in my head now."Hey, gorgeous," Cam says as I walk closer to him. I haven't seen him in a week, so I don't think it's weird when he hugs me and goes to kiss my lips. The kiss is perfectly fine and quick, but it doesn't really do much for me this time. Not to mention, my wolf is not happy. But I'm not happy with her either. She's willingly and consciously putting us in a difficult situation, bonded to a man who broke our heart and isn’t meant to be ours anymore.'He's my mate!’ She fights. Not really, dummy. You're just hormonal and crazy.Cam grabs my hand a